I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.